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anonymous trees

 this page is in tears
it weeps in my lap
for verdant homes stolen
far away from here

I scrawl on chopped pulped
shredded bleached rolled-flat… 38 more words

Alice Keys MD

morning mist

The morning mist hangs low, swaddles my mind in cotton wool and makes my nose and eyes drip. At times like this my head works about as well as a brick. 408 more words

Alice Keys MD

Calling long distance.

Is there such a thing as love at first hearing?

Is it possible that, like the “eyes across a crowded room” scenario, just the sound of someone’s voice can ignite that spark of affection, that chain reaction which leads the incomplete heart to recognise its other half? 717 more words



awaken to keep
my appointment with the dawn
treasures delivered
* * *
while bird song lifts sun
highway dragons roar with hearts
encapsulated… 109 more words

Alice Keys MD

you are where you live

Yesterday, while Robert and I were out walking, a woman we didn’t know stopped to stare at us from the other side of the street. Then she smiled. 1,091 more words

Alice Keys MD

running on empty

South of us, in the great inland agricultural areas that fuel the economy of the state of California and feed the nation, home faucets are… 647 more words

Alice Keys MD

I was blind (but now I see).

Oh my, those eyes… How on Earth had I not noticed Her eyes?

Here I was, gazing into the most incredible, piercing, luminous ice blue eyes I’d ever seen, whilst the whole time my treacherous subconscious was trying to reconcile words like “wholesome”, “homely” and “maternal”  717 more words